After Transmigrating into a Villain, I Conquered the Yandere Demon Lord by Going Crazy - Chapter 8

Xie Lin fell silent.

So, in other words, he was now completely bound to Xiao Jin?

He raked his hair in frustration, and just as he was about to lie down to rest, a sudden chill raced from the soles of his feet up his spine.

It felt as though something in the room was watching him!

Xie Lin’s entire body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look into the corner.

In the shadows, a pair of blood-red eyes were fixed intently upon him.

Xie Lin’s scalp prickled. Forcing himself to remain calm, he let out a cold laugh. “Playing god and devil? Get out here!”

The pair of eyes blinked, and a moment later, a small, thin figure crawled out from the darkness.

It appeared to be a child of about seven or eight years old, with skin as pale as paper and eyes red enough to drip blood. Its mouth was split wide, reaching all the way to its ears, revealing stark white teeth.

“Hee hee… found you…”

The child’s voice was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass.

Xie Lin: “…”

He maintained a composed expression on the surface, but inside, he was screaming wildly:

What in the hell is this thing?! Is it a ghost?!

The system coolly analyzed: [Lingering spiritual entity reaction detected.]

[Suspected to be a Lotus Spirit nurtured by the Heart-Devouring Lotus.]

Xie Lin: “…So, it’s an ally?”

[Theoretically, yes.]

The child tilted its head to examine Xie Lin, then suddenly grinned. “You smell… so fragrant…”

Fighting the urge to retreat, Xie Lin asked coldly, “Who are you?”

“I am… your inner demon…” the child giggled, its form flickering unsteadily like mist. “You raised me… to be so big…”

Xie Lin: “…”

When on earth did I ever raise such a terrifying thing?!

The child suddenly lunged forward. Xie Lin instinctively raised his hand to block it, but he watched as it passed straight through his arm and clung to his shoulder, taking a deep, greedy breath.

“You have… someone in your heart…”

The child squinted its eyes. “He’s in so much pain… and you’re in pain, too…”

Xie Lin was stunned, then immediately realized.

It was talking about Xiao Jin!

“Can you sense his emotions?” Xie Lin asked tentatively.

The child nodded, a hint of cunning flashing in its blood-red eyes. “Do you want to know… what he is thinking?”

Xie Lin narrowed his eyes. “Can you read minds?”

“No…” the child shook its head. “But I can… show you…”

It reached out with cold fingers and tapped Xie Lin’s brow.

In an instant, countless images flashed before Xie Lin’s eyes.

Xiao Jin stood in the council hall, his expression cold and stern in the face of questioning from the elders of the Mystic Heaven Sect;

Xiao Jin’s fingertips shimmered with spiritual energy as he traced an incantation in the void—the very same seal Xie Lin had once seen inside the life plaque;

Finally, the scene froze in a sea of flames, where a woman in cyan robes handed an infant to a young Xiao Jin, whispering softly:

“Protect him well…”

Xie Lin snapped back to reality, finding that the child had already retreated to the corner, watching him with a mischievous grin.

“You…”

Xie Lin’s heart hammered against his ribs. “Are those Xiao Jin’s memories?”

The child nodded. “He hides a lot of… secrets…”

Xie Lin stared at it and suddenly asked, “Why are you helping me?”

The child tilted its head to think, then answered with innocent sincerity, “Because… you and I are both… abandoned…”

Xie Lin’s pupils contracted.

Before he could ask anything more, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Xiao Jin walked in.

The child instantly dissipated into a mist of black smoke, as if it had never existed at all.

“Why is your complexion so poor?”

Xiao Jin frowned, reaching out to touch Xie Lin’s forehead.

Xie Lin instinctively dodged, but froze the instant he saw Xiao Jin’s right arm.

There was blood smeared on his sleeve, and a fresh cut on his wrist, as if it had been sliced open by some sharp instrument.

“You’re injured?” Xie Lin blurted out.

Xiao Jin pulled his hand back, saying indifferently, “A minor injury.”

Xie Lin stared at him, suddenly letting out a cold laugh. “Is that so? Then why… am I in pain here, too?”

He pulled his collar open to reveal a wound right over his heart—a perfect replica of the gash on Xiao Jin’s wrist.

Xiao Jin’s gaze sank.

The two looked at each other in silence, a subtle, suffocating tension filling the air.

After a long while, Xiao Jin let out a soft sigh. “How much did you see?”

Xie Lin narrowed his eyes. “That depends on how much you’ve kept from me.”

Xiao Jin suddenly laughed, a smile that carried a touch of helplessness, a touch of indulgence, and a complexity Xie Lin could not decipher.

“Xie Lin.”

He said softly, “There are some things that, the less you know, the better it is for you.”

Xie Lin sneered. “But I’ve already been dragged into this.”

Xiao Jin was silent for a moment before suddenly raising a hand to stroke his cheek, his thumb gently brushing across the corner of his lip:

“Then don’t even think about running away.”

Xie Lin’s heart missed a beat.

Just then, a sharp, piercing whistle sounded from outside the window—

It was the alarm of the Mystic Heaven Sect!

Xiao Jin’s expression tightened, and he turned to walk toward the window. Xie Lin followed closely behind, only to see the distant sky turned red by fire, with thick smoke rising in billowing clouds.

“The Nether Palace has launched an attack on the mountain,” Xiao Jin said in a cold voice.

Xie Lin’s heart skipped a beat, and he reached instinctively toward the sword at his waist—only to grab empty air.

He had lost his weapon back at the Cliff of Broken Souls.

Xiao Jin glanced back at him and suddenly unbuckled his own destiny-bound sword, holding it out to him. “Take it.”

Xie Lin was stunned. “Your destiny-bound sword?”

Can you just give this thing to someone else?!

Xiao Jin curled his lips. “In any case, we are now… bound in life and death together, are we not?”

Xie Lin: “…”

He gritted his teeth and took the sword, but the moment his fingers touched the hilt, he felt a massive rush of intense emotion—

It was Xiao Jin’s fighting spirit, cold and sharp, like the glare of a blade newly drawn from its scabbard.

The synchronization rate of the Twin-Heart Contract… seemed to have increased again.

Xiao Jin looked at him deeply before turning to push the door open. “Follow me closely.”

Clutching the hilt, Xie Lin followed him out.

He didn’t know what was waiting for them ahead, but one thing was certain.

The entanglements between him and Xiao Jin were far deeper than he had ever imagined.

Xie Lin gripped Xiao Jin’s destiny-bound sword, his fingertips tingling from the residual warmth on the hilt.

He had never thought there would be a day he would be wielding the weapon of his sworn enemy.

And he never expected that the sword would feel so surprisingly natural in his hand.

[System prompt: Resonance with destiny-bound sword detected; synchronization rate increased to 60%.]

Xie Lin: “…”

Why does this lousy sword have a master-recognition function?!

Xiao Jin had already pushed the door open and stepped out, with Xie Lin following in his wake.

Outside the courtyard, the fire was raging into the sky; the disciples of the Mystic Heaven Sect were hurriedly assembling, and the sounds of battle echoed from afar.

“How did the people from the Nether Palace suddenly launch an attack?” Xie Lin asked in a low voice.

Xiao Jin didn’t stop walking. “Xie Wuchen took my life plaque, and the life plaque contains the key to the Mystic Heaven Sect’s great protective mountain array.”

Xie Lin’s heart gave a jolt.

No wonder Xie Wuchen had to steal the life plaque!

The two moved through the long corridor and crashed straight into a breathless Lin Miaomiao.

She was clutching a handful of blood-stained talismans, her eyes lighting up when she saw them. “Eldest Senior Brother! The sect master wants you to head to the core of the mountain protective array immediately!”

Xiao Jin nodded, only to notice Lin Miaomiao suddenly staring at the sword in Xie Lin’s hand, her eyes wide as saucers:

“Wait, isn’t that Eldest Senior Brother’s ‘Frost Brilliance’? Why is it in…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized the implications, covered her mouth with a soft “Ooh,” and her eyes began to shine with an alarming brightness.

Xie Lin: “…”

This girl is definitely imagining something weird again!

Xiao Jin remained expressionless. “I’m lending it to him for use.”

Lin Miaomiao nodded frantically. “I understand, I understand! Giving away something as intimate as a destiny-bound sword…”